Crystal Heart
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Adult ++
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Crystal Heart
Yays my second solo fanfic!! my other OTP, Tseng and Rufus this time. XD
WARNING!!! This fiction contains slight Dirge of Cerberus spoilers and mentions many events from FFVII, FFVII Before Crisis and FFVII Advent Children.
Please submit reviews I really appriciate it!!
Rufus Shinra and Tseng belong to Square Enix!
Not a new chapter!! Just re-edited to fix some errors. Sorry <._.>
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Crystal Heart
Like so many things, it began with dissent, an argument that he had started in all of his sullen, teenage, princely, self-righteousness, storming around the large apartment in a fit of irritation at some perceived injustice. He spun and glared at me when I made the suggestion that he calm down, eyes burning with the blue hot fury only adolescents throwing tantrums possess.
Suddenly he was very close to me, shorter by a good 6 inches, I could tell he disliked looking up at me, his position possibly too reminiscent of inferiority.
Perhaps he intended to strike me but instead paused. I could feel the heat of his body. It radiated energy, hot with unrestrained emotion and it was not for the first time that I felt something stir within me. He was so beautiful without his carefully crafted mask of control.
I inclined my head to meet his eyes. Steel on ice, and something else. In that anger narrowed winter sky gaze I saw a certain guilt and a want, and to my horror, I realized that it was reflected in my own gunmetal glare.
Our gazes collided and repelled, sliding away to roam fitfully over the contours of objects in the room, carefully not returning to lock again on eyes so full with the same implication, disliking the mirror-like effect, having ourselves shown back to us in such shades of lust
The large room was now silent but for our breaths, heavy with more than emotional strain resulting from our argument, I hesitate to even call it that, as ‘arguments’ with the Princeling were often more about dodging hurled projectiles and ignoring insults until he had spent himself in rage and again become reasonable and civil.
He had not budged and neither had I, nearly pressed together front to front we stood, still avoiding each other’s eyes for long moments until he began to speak again. I snapped my eyes to his once more as he broke the stillness and he caught his perfect pink lower lip between his teeth, silencing himself, eyes fixed on mine. Cold violent blue again embracing turbulent grey, like sea and storm…
That was when it happened…
All Turks know how dangerous personal feelings can be, that dread that twists your stomach when one you have come to care for is in danger, making you behave irrationally, making you risk everything without a second thought.
The rage of jealousy, the bitter agony of rejection, the cold fear of separation…
Just because we know does not mean we have no emotions. Perhaps the colder the killer the hotter the inner passion must burn to make up for it all. I don’t know, but in that moment it all unspooled behind my eyes.
I cannot now even remember what our disagreement had been in regards to. I think we both forgot the moment our lips touched.
I managed to regain control of my will with difficulty and drew away from him, pulling from the light embrace of quilted white silk dressing gown clad arms and pale delicate hands terminating in graceful pink fingertips like lotus petals, away from the sweet press of quivering moistened lips, heavy with involuntary promises, unspoken but undeniable.
The boy was fierce again as I turned toward the door. I’ll not lie by saying that it didn’t take everything I had to keep my feet beneath me. Could I have just given in then? Fallen willingly to my knees, my lips brushing the hem of his snow field silk robe… I had never felt so conflicted as I spurned him, denied my heart and ignored my body.
As I said before, every Turk knows the danger… and I was no stronger than any of them.
His hair was mussed, his face flushed with indignation and embarrassment, hands fisted tight to either side of his narrow hips, his stance defiant.
“I didn’t give you permission to leave Tseng!” His voice had grown deeper over the last year or so but still carried a note of strain. His eyes had frozen over again, their chill belying his youth… still just a boy really.. but so intense…
My hand paused on the handle, fingerless leather gun glove creaking as my grip tightened in irritation, although his arrogance didn’t calm my desire in the least. “My orders come from the President and Veld Sir, you are my charge, not my boss.” I managed this without croaking and with effort resisted the urge to round on him in anger, to meet and challenge those flashing blue frost eyes. I knew that if I did, then I would be lost.
I mentioned before that I had been aware of my attraction to him for some time. I had always successfully resisted the temptation to claim him, always maintained strict control of myself when in his presence, but when he kissed me I had unraveled and even though it had only been for a moment, I had betrayed myself to him.
He was too young… petulant and cocky, too smart and too beautiful to have sprung from the President’s loins, too utterly ruthless to be a sixteen year old child of privilege, too damn perfect to look at and didn’t he just know it…
I didn’t push out of the apartment though, my hand was on the lever and all I had to do was press down and push to successfully assert that my previous statement was truth. I did not however, slowly pulling away from my egress and turning back to face him, my expression carefully composed into the mask of calm he called ‘That maddening fucking serenity!’
It’s not fooling him this time. He knows what he saw and when I met his eyes expecting to see childish triumph there, I was surprised to see relief instead. Confused, I faltered, taking a step toward him. His hands were no longer clenched but crossed over his chest, loosely gripping the opposite arms, his shoulders slumped forward in a vaguely defensive posture, like he meant to protect vital organs, protect his heart.
“Rufus… We can’t do this…”
“Why not?”
“It’s..”
“What? Wrong? Do I disgust you?”
“Ill-advised.. your father…” I faltered again, trailing off as he dropped his eyes to the side, breaking our locked gaze.
“You were assigned to protect me..”
“I could just as quickly be assigned to kill you…”
His eyes widened as he snapped his head back up, brows furrowed. “You’d do it…” I can tell that he meant this to sound more like a question than it did, but to his credit Rufus had an established sense of reality. One such as he could ill afford a rose tinted world view.
“I… don’t know if I could..” It was my voice… My admission… The beginning of my betrayal of the President for his son…
It would be years before I could look back and see what a strange game of lots I had cast into with this statement. Like the surrender that somehow results in victory… how the web of fate twists its silken threads about us all.
He still stood there, wrapped in his own arms, oversized white robe making him look smaller and more frail than he really was, long blond bangs falling over his eyes.
I took another step and was back at his side, sliding my arms around his slender shoulders. Against all my better judgment I embraced him, but admittedly the situation had changed, there was no point in examining what could have happened if the nature of my feelings had not been revealed. In retrospect I suppose that I could have simply denied everything and fled. If I had stuck to my resolve, I may have been able to convince him that it was all in his head.. but that is not how things happened.
That time my lips covered his, my fingers gently tilting his chin up, tipping his head slightly to the side to press close and claim, as I had wished to do all along. His body began to tremble slightly and I tightened my arms around his smaller frame, our bodies moving closer together with each passing moment, each tender caress of tongues and scrape of teeth over moist lips, each shallow breath and low intonation of longing.
His eyes fluttered open as I pulled back and I observed him suck his now slightly swollen lower lip in thoughtfully.
“Tseng..I-”
“Yes..”
“I haven’t even finis-”
“Yes.. before I come to my senses Rufus..”
I remember him smiling then, not in vindication or triumph but with affection. It was a rare sight, that smile, one could almost build an end-times prophecy around it… When Rufus smiled like that the world changed.. or at least mine did.
I slid my arms from where they encircled his slender body and slipped my hands inside the loosely belted overlap of his dressing gown, rewarded by his gasp as my fingers met smooth skin and trailed up and out, pulling the garment open and off his pale shoulders.
It crossed my mind to wonder whether he had become at all experienced while away gaining his education, but it really didn’t matter, for the moan of pleasure that broke from his softly parted lips as my thumb grazed the blushing bud of one tiny nipple, the way his body quaked and arched as I then placed my mouth over it, the small cries that issued from his slack mouth at the gentlest brushes of my tongue, told me that previous experience aside, this was all new.
There was no denying what that vision did to me and as I pulled back to search his eyes again, I know my own were dark with lust. He caught my gaze, breath coming fast, cheeks flushed and ran a pink tongue tip over swollen lips, sucked and nipped to tenderness.
He surprised me then, stepping back briskly from my embrace and I have to admit I reeled for a moment at the loss, my stomach tightening with sudden panic, quickly relieved as he slipped the loose tie on his robe, allowing it to fall to the plush carpet. Trailing his fingertips down an expanse of creamy, slender abdomen, he paused with them resting upon the closure of the white slacks he still wore.
He was smirking, sultry sapphire glare beckoning me closer and I complied. How had I lost all control to this boy? The hands that tugged my tie loose and away as I shrugged out of my blue suit jacket then went after my shirt buttons with the same determination and no small amount of skill. With raised eyebrows I ended up stripped to the waist and pressed again to the body I had found myself guiltily desiring for a little too long to be really proper. It still wasn’t quite proper, he being a full decade my junior.
However the rigid flesh that slid into my hand as I laid his trousers open provided sufficient proof that he was no longer a child. His shuddering moan and the way his lithe body arched against me when I stroked along its length brought a low growl to my lips and as I felt his fingers at the closure of my uniform slacks, disengaging the hook and bar blindly, I muffled my sounds against his willing lips.
The rest of our disrobing was really more of a frantic grope and stumble into his bedroom and a good tumble to the down quilt, its folds so cool against our flushed skin that we gasped in unison, kicking our pants aside and shucking our footwear hurriedly, desperate for more contact. Our hands slid hungrily over everything of the other we could touch, our mouths again locked together, breath and passion.
“Rufus.. I-”
“You’ve been wanting this-”
“Too long..
“Please Tseng..”
He was not one accustomed to asking for anything… demanding… taking, not begging… Not like he was then. His smaller body was quivering beneath me, eyes like the endless vault of heaven hooded with lust like twilight. His hands found the thong which restrained my shoulder length hair and it fell loose for him to tangle his fingers in, midnight flowing around shafts of pale moonlight.
I sank to taste his skin, sampling a place beneath his jaw where his pulse raced, then a region below it which buzzed against my lips as he groaned in pleasure. I pinched one nipple between my teeth, gaining a sharp inhalation and then a deep pleading hum when I ran my tongue over the tight nub. Where my hair brushed his chest gooseflesh erupted, pale skin twitching tight over the smooth contours of muscle beneath.
He cried my name in a near sob of rapture when I took him into my mouth, my every tiny motion earning me another flex of supple hips, another ragged cry, another plea. When he stopped me, fingers in my hair, gripping hard enough to sting, I looked up in confusion, so lost had I been in those desperate tones. He sagged back, propped on one elbow, cheeks flushed and kiss crushed lips trembling, blue irises mere borders about apertures so dilated I feared to plummet into their depths.
“Take me.”
The time for pleas was obviously over and I had to chuckle gently, as he released my hair and smirked. I sat back between his raised knees and refocused my attention, drawing a new chorus of sounds from his straining throat and rearranging that smirk into a lip biting expression of bliss with slicked fingers. If not experienced then he had at least prepared to become so, a quick rifle of his night stand proved.
I will admit that I had a bit of fun teasing him and by the time I finally entered him he was begging for it again, writhing on that white silken field that somehow only managed to enhance the pallor of his skin and hair, pale winter sunlight on snow. How hot that winter landscape was, just beneath the surface, the heart of this flawless ice crystal was pure flame. Both our voices rang out as we became one.
He came by my thrust alone within a few moments, apparently shocking himself as he screamed my name and spilled over his stomach in a violent shudder. More surprised was he still as he stiffened again under my hand, his body tightening and arching to match my cadence with fervent passion.
I had never let my control slip so much as I did with him, an unconscious near feral growl tearing from my throat as I slid my arms beneath his bowed spine and lifted him with ease, shifting until he was slammed against the high upholstered head board with his slim legs still locked about my hips. His nails digging furrows into my back, I took him with everything I had and even as his body whipped taut again in my arms, his release pulsing out over my hand, tight body clenching unimaginably tighter around me, dragging me over with him, even as we fell together in panting sweat slicked quivering exhaustion I knew I was the one who had been claimed… taken.. I loved him.
That love… It was not nearly enough to prevent the disasters, or to still the savage tides of a strange madness that seemed to be the hallmark of our organization. Makou.. Jenova.. Sephiroth.. WEAPON.. Meteor.. Geostigma.. Reunion.. These words… this world and what we did… at that time neither of us had any idea of the gravity… the power ShinRa would wield and how very short a time it would ultimately last… what it would cost us all.
The war with Wutai was all but over, ShinRa poised to explode far beyond the parameters of what could possibly still be considered a manufacturing firm or even an electric power company. Well on the way to undisputed world dominion we rose, proud and tall, shining against the makou green lit night from the center of civilization and industry.
We were, of course, fools but real life seems to work out very much like standard Turks battle philosophy. If you live… you learn… and if you learn… you live… Simple as that for the most part… I can almost hear Reno’s voice in my mind as I think those words.
For the most part.. that’s the truth of it. Some of it just has to be luck or is it possible that we are all tied to an even stranger fate than we have already lived through? I shudder to think but as I now sit across the room from him each day at Healin I see a man who is much like the cocky and demanding, but sincere and passionate boy I had known well before the Crisis and the Advent… Before he’d been seduced and corrupted by the power of ShinRa, as we all were to some extent… Before the General casually waltzed in and did what all his conspiring with AVALANCHE had failed to accomplish, landing him upon the throne he sought with one deft stroke of Sephiroth’s Masamune… Before the calamity of the WEAPON attack and Meteor and the Planet’s ultimate retaliation and the subsequent infection… Planet wide punishment for a sin so great that words like friend and foe, hero and villain, innocent and guilty, ceased to have meaning in the wake of its indiscriminant lethality… Geostigma. The planet’s wrath… or so we had thought before the Reunion incident.
How very nearly broken he was by it, but he never once grieved for his own misfortune. It was for the others that he wept and worked and rebuilt, hiding behind anonymity while reinvesting what remained of ShinRa’s resources into what would have been side interests to the old empire. He managed to make it quite profitable though, and while remaining deceptively small, got his perfect fingers into many different pies.
Rufus used those early profits along with a sizable chunk of the family fortune to give Reeve’s re-habitation project a kick out the gate and that quickly ballooned into the World Regenesis Organization, those who would heal the planet and fight other forces that might seek to damage it, all soundly backed by my Rufus, repaying his debt to the planet… Literally. He often jokes now about how he now runs ShinRa by writing a lot of big checks just like his ‘Old Man’…
By unimaginable fortune do we now hold each other in the small hours before the dawn light filters in to truly drag us back into the fray. Scarred we may be, but healthy and whole. Though even before the Gospel miracle made him well again he was sincere in his wish to atone for ShinRa’s many past wrongs. Being healed returned his innocence, reawakened his compassion. He exists, perfect again by grace and now to him each day is a gift. I believe I know very much how he feels even though it was not I who was ill.
We all do… All that remain of the Turks, we all have it in common. How many times over should we be dead? But here we are… alive by grace, or as I conjectured before, enmeshed in some unfathomable fate yet to be fully revealed.
The sun is setting, casting orange bands across the floor and up the far wall where there hangs a framed ShinRa logo still, a not so subtle reminder of what we’re all doing and why. Rude and Reno will still be out another three hours at the least, meeting with informant conatcts loyal to us within the WRO armed force. Nothing nefarious of course, we just like to stay informed while maintaining as much anonymity as possible. The boss has yet to even meet with Tuesti in person.
Reeve knows exactly where the money is coming from… That doesn’t mean everyone needs to. Let’s face it ShinRa Electric Power Company hasn’t made it out with the best reputation. It is understandably difficult for people to accept that Rufus might be genuine in his conviction.
Even he doesn’t blame them for doubting. After we were all spotted during the foiled Reunion a year ago the press went completely feral on it like you might expect see nibel hounds set upon a wounded chocobo.
To our credit we were not attempting to hinder Cloud and no matter how the press tried to spin it they couldn’t really make us look like villains. Anything they said was also completely overshadowed by the miraculous healing rain that erased the planet scar and brought my Rufus back to life along with so many others who had given up in their hearts. We got off easy that time… He wants to stay out of the spotlight.
He terminates the conference call with Reno, flashing me a wary look. “We can’t touch it you know… Someone’s got the damn reactors running again in Midgar right under our noses and they’ll have us for breakfast in the press if we go any where near it.” He quickly executes an electronic donation to the WRO and sits back, folding his arms across his chest and regarding me with raised eyebrow. I raise my eyes from the text message I had received from Rude just as the radio news, for about the 50th time, looped a story about the very thing he’d been sent to investigate, 20 or so people suddenly disappearing in Junon.
//It’s more... A hell of a lot more boss.//
ShinRa; Our bloody shameful past… our uncertain but hopeful present and ultimately our very destiny… How has it only been 9 years since that night Rufus? My crystal heart of power, my steel heart of resilience and my beating heart of hope. We still have a job to do.
WARNING!!! This fiction contains slight Dirge of Cerberus spoilers and mentions many events from FFVII, FFVII Before Crisis and FFVII Advent Children.
Please submit reviews I really appriciate it!!
Rufus Shinra and Tseng belong to Square Enix!
Not a new chapter!! Just re-edited to fix some errors. Sorry <._.>
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Crystal Heart
Like so many things, it began with dissent, an argument that he had started in all of his sullen, teenage, princely, self-righteousness, storming around the large apartment in a fit of irritation at some perceived injustice. He spun and glared at me when I made the suggestion that he calm down, eyes burning with the blue hot fury only adolescents throwing tantrums possess.
Suddenly he was very close to me, shorter by a good 6 inches, I could tell he disliked looking up at me, his position possibly too reminiscent of inferiority.
Perhaps he intended to strike me but instead paused. I could feel the heat of his body. It radiated energy, hot with unrestrained emotion and it was not for the first time that I felt something stir within me. He was so beautiful without his carefully crafted mask of control.
I inclined my head to meet his eyes. Steel on ice, and something else. In that anger narrowed winter sky gaze I saw a certain guilt and a want, and to my horror, I realized that it was reflected in my own gunmetal glare.
Our gazes collided and repelled, sliding away to roam fitfully over the contours of objects in the room, carefully not returning to lock again on eyes so full with the same implication, disliking the mirror-like effect, having ourselves shown back to us in such shades of lust
The large room was now silent but for our breaths, heavy with more than emotional strain resulting from our argument, I hesitate to even call it that, as ‘arguments’ with the Princeling were often more about dodging hurled projectiles and ignoring insults until he had spent himself in rage and again become reasonable and civil.
He had not budged and neither had I, nearly pressed together front to front we stood, still avoiding each other’s eyes for long moments until he began to speak again. I snapped my eyes to his once more as he broke the stillness and he caught his perfect pink lower lip between his teeth, silencing himself, eyes fixed on mine. Cold violent blue again embracing turbulent grey, like sea and storm…
That was when it happened…
All Turks know how dangerous personal feelings can be, that dread that twists your stomach when one you have come to care for is in danger, making you behave irrationally, making you risk everything without a second thought.
The rage of jealousy, the bitter agony of rejection, the cold fear of separation…
Just because we know does not mean we have no emotions. Perhaps the colder the killer the hotter the inner passion must burn to make up for it all. I don’t know, but in that moment it all unspooled behind my eyes.
I cannot now even remember what our disagreement had been in regards to. I think we both forgot the moment our lips touched.
I managed to regain control of my will with difficulty and drew away from him, pulling from the light embrace of quilted white silk dressing gown clad arms and pale delicate hands terminating in graceful pink fingertips like lotus petals, away from the sweet press of quivering moistened lips, heavy with involuntary promises, unspoken but undeniable.
The boy was fierce again as I turned toward the door. I’ll not lie by saying that it didn’t take everything I had to keep my feet beneath me. Could I have just given in then? Fallen willingly to my knees, my lips brushing the hem of his snow field silk robe… I had never felt so conflicted as I spurned him, denied my heart and ignored my body.
As I said before, every Turk knows the danger… and I was no stronger than any of them.
His hair was mussed, his face flushed with indignation and embarrassment, hands fisted tight to either side of his narrow hips, his stance defiant.
“I didn’t give you permission to leave Tseng!” His voice had grown deeper over the last year or so but still carried a note of strain. His eyes had frozen over again, their chill belying his youth… still just a boy really.. but so intense…
My hand paused on the handle, fingerless leather gun glove creaking as my grip tightened in irritation, although his arrogance didn’t calm my desire in the least. “My orders come from the President and Veld Sir, you are my charge, not my boss.” I managed this without croaking and with effort resisted the urge to round on him in anger, to meet and challenge those flashing blue frost eyes. I knew that if I did, then I would be lost.
I mentioned before that I had been aware of my attraction to him for some time. I had always successfully resisted the temptation to claim him, always maintained strict control of myself when in his presence, but when he kissed me I had unraveled and even though it had only been for a moment, I had betrayed myself to him.
He was too young… petulant and cocky, too smart and too beautiful to have sprung from the President’s loins, too utterly ruthless to be a sixteen year old child of privilege, too damn perfect to look at and didn’t he just know it…
I didn’t push out of the apartment though, my hand was on the lever and all I had to do was press down and push to successfully assert that my previous statement was truth. I did not however, slowly pulling away from my egress and turning back to face him, my expression carefully composed into the mask of calm he called ‘That maddening fucking serenity!’
It’s not fooling him this time. He knows what he saw and when I met his eyes expecting to see childish triumph there, I was surprised to see relief instead. Confused, I faltered, taking a step toward him. His hands were no longer clenched but crossed over his chest, loosely gripping the opposite arms, his shoulders slumped forward in a vaguely defensive posture, like he meant to protect vital organs, protect his heart.
“Rufus… We can’t do this…”
“Why not?”
“It’s..”
“What? Wrong? Do I disgust you?”
“Ill-advised.. your father…” I faltered again, trailing off as he dropped his eyes to the side, breaking our locked gaze.
“You were assigned to protect me..”
“I could just as quickly be assigned to kill you…”
His eyes widened as he snapped his head back up, brows furrowed. “You’d do it…” I can tell that he meant this to sound more like a question than it did, but to his credit Rufus had an established sense of reality. One such as he could ill afford a rose tinted world view.
“I… don’t know if I could..” It was my voice… My admission… The beginning of my betrayal of the President for his son…
It would be years before I could look back and see what a strange game of lots I had cast into with this statement. Like the surrender that somehow results in victory… how the web of fate twists its silken threads about us all.
He still stood there, wrapped in his own arms, oversized white robe making him look smaller and more frail than he really was, long blond bangs falling over his eyes.
I took another step and was back at his side, sliding my arms around his slender shoulders. Against all my better judgment I embraced him, but admittedly the situation had changed, there was no point in examining what could have happened if the nature of my feelings had not been revealed. In retrospect I suppose that I could have simply denied everything and fled. If I had stuck to my resolve, I may have been able to convince him that it was all in his head.. but that is not how things happened.
That time my lips covered his, my fingers gently tilting his chin up, tipping his head slightly to the side to press close and claim, as I had wished to do all along. His body began to tremble slightly and I tightened my arms around his smaller frame, our bodies moving closer together with each passing moment, each tender caress of tongues and scrape of teeth over moist lips, each shallow breath and low intonation of longing.
His eyes fluttered open as I pulled back and I observed him suck his now slightly swollen lower lip in thoughtfully.
“Tseng..I-”
“Yes..”
“I haven’t even finis-”
“Yes.. before I come to my senses Rufus..”
I remember him smiling then, not in vindication or triumph but with affection. It was a rare sight, that smile, one could almost build an end-times prophecy around it… When Rufus smiled like that the world changed.. or at least mine did.
I slid my arms from where they encircled his slender body and slipped my hands inside the loosely belted overlap of his dressing gown, rewarded by his gasp as my fingers met smooth skin and trailed up and out, pulling the garment open and off his pale shoulders.
It crossed my mind to wonder whether he had become at all experienced while away gaining his education, but it really didn’t matter, for the moan of pleasure that broke from his softly parted lips as my thumb grazed the blushing bud of one tiny nipple, the way his body quaked and arched as I then placed my mouth over it, the small cries that issued from his slack mouth at the gentlest brushes of my tongue, told me that previous experience aside, this was all new.
There was no denying what that vision did to me and as I pulled back to search his eyes again, I know my own were dark with lust. He caught my gaze, breath coming fast, cheeks flushed and ran a pink tongue tip over swollen lips, sucked and nipped to tenderness.
He surprised me then, stepping back briskly from my embrace and I have to admit I reeled for a moment at the loss, my stomach tightening with sudden panic, quickly relieved as he slipped the loose tie on his robe, allowing it to fall to the plush carpet. Trailing his fingertips down an expanse of creamy, slender abdomen, he paused with them resting upon the closure of the white slacks he still wore.
He was smirking, sultry sapphire glare beckoning me closer and I complied. How had I lost all control to this boy? The hands that tugged my tie loose and away as I shrugged out of my blue suit jacket then went after my shirt buttons with the same determination and no small amount of skill. With raised eyebrows I ended up stripped to the waist and pressed again to the body I had found myself guiltily desiring for a little too long to be really proper. It still wasn’t quite proper, he being a full decade my junior.
However the rigid flesh that slid into my hand as I laid his trousers open provided sufficient proof that he was no longer a child. His shuddering moan and the way his lithe body arched against me when I stroked along its length brought a low growl to my lips and as I felt his fingers at the closure of my uniform slacks, disengaging the hook and bar blindly, I muffled my sounds against his willing lips.
The rest of our disrobing was really more of a frantic grope and stumble into his bedroom and a good tumble to the down quilt, its folds so cool against our flushed skin that we gasped in unison, kicking our pants aside and shucking our footwear hurriedly, desperate for more contact. Our hands slid hungrily over everything of the other we could touch, our mouths again locked together, breath and passion.
“Rufus.. I-”
“You’ve been wanting this-”
“Too long..
“Please Tseng..”
He was not one accustomed to asking for anything… demanding… taking, not begging… Not like he was then. His smaller body was quivering beneath me, eyes like the endless vault of heaven hooded with lust like twilight. His hands found the thong which restrained my shoulder length hair and it fell loose for him to tangle his fingers in, midnight flowing around shafts of pale moonlight.
I sank to taste his skin, sampling a place beneath his jaw where his pulse raced, then a region below it which buzzed against my lips as he groaned in pleasure. I pinched one nipple between my teeth, gaining a sharp inhalation and then a deep pleading hum when I ran my tongue over the tight nub. Where my hair brushed his chest gooseflesh erupted, pale skin twitching tight over the smooth contours of muscle beneath.
He cried my name in a near sob of rapture when I took him into my mouth, my every tiny motion earning me another flex of supple hips, another ragged cry, another plea. When he stopped me, fingers in my hair, gripping hard enough to sting, I looked up in confusion, so lost had I been in those desperate tones. He sagged back, propped on one elbow, cheeks flushed and kiss crushed lips trembling, blue irises mere borders about apertures so dilated I feared to plummet into their depths.
“Take me.”
The time for pleas was obviously over and I had to chuckle gently, as he released my hair and smirked. I sat back between his raised knees and refocused my attention, drawing a new chorus of sounds from his straining throat and rearranging that smirk into a lip biting expression of bliss with slicked fingers. If not experienced then he had at least prepared to become so, a quick rifle of his night stand proved.
I will admit that I had a bit of fun teasing him and by the time I finally entered him he was begging for it again, writhing on that white silken field that somehow only managed to enhance the pallor of his skin and hair, pale winter sunlight on snow. How hot that winter landscape was, just beneath the surface, the heart of this flawless ice crystal was pure flame. Both our voices rang out as we became one.
He came by my thrust alone within a few moments, apparently shocking himself as he screamed my name and spilled over his stomach in a violent shudder. More surprised was he still as he stiffened again under my hand, his body tightening and arching to match my cadence with fervent passion.
I had never let my control slip so much as I did with him, an unconscious near feral growl tearing from my throat as I slid my arms beneath his bowed spine and lifted him with ease, shifting until he was slammed against the high upholstered head board with his slim legs still locked about my hips. His nails digging furrows into my back, I took him with everything I had and even as his body whipped taut again in my arms, his release pulsing out over my hand, tight body clenching unimaginably tighter around me, dragging me over with him, even as we fell together in panting sweat slicked quivering exhaustion I knew I was the one who had been claimed… taken.. I loved him.
That love… It was not nearly enough to prevent the disasters, or to still the savage tides of a strange madness that seemed to be the hallmark of our organization. Makou.. Jenova.. Sephiroth.. WEAPON.. Meteor.. Geostigma.. Reunion.. These words… this world and what we did… at that time neither of us had any idea of the gravity… the power ShinRa would wield and how very short a time it would ultimately last… what it would cost us all.
The war with Wutai was all but over, ShinRa poised to explode far beyond the parameters of what could possibly still be considered a manufacturing firm or even an electric power company. Well on the way to undisputed world dominion we rose, proud and tall, shining against the makou green lit night from the center of civilization and industry.
We were, of course, fools but real life seems to work out very much like standard Turks battle philosophy. If you live… you learn… and if you learn… you live… Simple as that for the most part… I can almost hear Reno’s voice in my mind as I think those words.
For the most part.. that’s the truth of it. Some of it just has to be luck or is it possible that we are all tied to an even stranger fate than we have already lived through? I shudder to think but as I now sit across the room from him each day at Healin I see a man who is much like the cocky and demanding, but sincere and passionate boy I had known well before the Crisis and the Advent… Before he’d been seduced and corrupted by the power of ShinRa, as we all were to some extent… Before the General casually waltzed in and did what all his conspiring with AVALANCHE had failed to accomplish, landing him upon the throne he sought with one deft stroke of Sephiroth’s Masamune… Before the calamity of the WEAPON attack and Meteor and the Planet’s ultimate retaliation and the subsequent infection… Planet wide punishment for a sin so great that words like friend and foe, hero and villain, innocent and guilty, ceased to have meaning in the wake of its indiscriminant lethality… Geostigma. The planet’s wrath… or so we had thought before the Reunion incident.
How very nearly broken he was by it, but he never once grieved for his own misfortune. It was for the others that he wept and worked and rebuilt, hiding behind anonymity while reinvesting what remained of ShinRa’s resources into what would have been side interests to the old empire. He managed to make it quite profitable though, and while remaining deceptively small, got his perfect fingers into many different pies.
Rufus used those early profits along with a sizable chunk of the family fortune to give Reeve’s re-habitation project a kick out the gate and that quickly ballooned into the World Regenesis Organization, those who would heal the planet and fight other forces that might seek to damage it, all soundly backed by my Rufus, repaying his debt to the planet… Literally. He often jokes now about how he now runs ShinRa by writing a lot of big checks just like his ‘Old Man’…
By unimaginable fortune do we now hold each other in the small hours before the dawn light filters in to truly drag us back into the fray. Scarred we may be, but healthy and whole. Though even before the Gospel miracle made him well again he was sincere in his wish to atone for ShinRa’s many past wrongs. Being healed returned his innocence, reawakened his compassion. He exists, perfect again by grace and now to him each day is a gift. I believe I know very much how he feels even though it was not I who was ill.
We all do… All that remain of the Turks, we all have it in common. How many times over should we be dead? But here we are… alive by grace, or as I conjectured before, enmeshed in some unfathomable fate yet to be fully revealed.
The sun is setting, casting orange bands across the floor and up the far wall where there hangs a framed ShinRa logo still, a not so subtle reminder of what we’re all doing and why. Rude and Reno will still be out another three hours at the least, meeting with informant conatcts loyal to us within the WRO armed force. Nothing nefarious of course, we just like to stay informed while maintaining as much anonymity as possible. The boss has yet to even meet with Tuesti in person.
Reeve knows exactly where the money is coming from… That doesn’t mean everyone needs to. Let’s face it ShinRa Electric Power Company hasn’t made it out with the best reputation. It is understandably difficult for people to accept that Rufus might be genuine in his conviction.
Even he doesn’t blame them for doubting. After we were all spotted during the foiled Reunion a year ago the press went completely feral on it like you might expect see nibel hounds set upon a wounded chocobo.
To our credit we were not attempting to hinder Cloud and no matter how the press tried to spin it they couldn’t really make us look like villains. Anything they said was also completely overshadowed by the miraculous healing rain that erased the planet scar and brought my Rufus back to life along with so many others who had given up in their hearts. We got off easy that time… He wants to stay out of the spotlight.
He terminates the conference call with Reno, flashing me a wary look. “We can’t touch it you know… Someone’s got the damn reactors running again in Midgar right under our noses and they’ll have us for breakfast in the press if we go any where near it.” He quickly executes an electronic donation to the WRO and sits back, folding his arms across his chest and regarding me with raised eyebrow. I raise my eyes from the text message I had received from Rude just as the radio news, for about the 50th time, looped a story about the very thing he’d been sent to investigate, 20 or so people suddenly disappearing in Junon.
//It’s more... A hell of a lot more boss.//
ShinRa; Our bloody shameful past… our uncertain but hopeful present and ultimately our very destiny… How has it only been 9 years since that night Rufus? My crystal heart of power, my steel heart of resilience and my beating heart of hope. We still have a job to do.